The leader of the five people was a naked young man. On his left arm, there was a tattoo of a tiger with teeth and claws. The young man's face was extremely pale, but no one dared to look down on him.
Four young men in white clothes followed closely behind the tiger-striped young man. These four people had cold expressions, but they had one thing in common. They all had swords stuck diagonally on their backs. Obviously, the four of them had a sword.
All of them are extremely powerful swordsmen.
"I have not lived a happy life in this Tomb of Immortals all these years. Fortunately, I met Brother Tong ten years ago. Although, apart from drinking, Brother Tong and I spend most of our time together.
We are fighting, but at least, after meeting Brother Tong, I am much happier than before!" The tiger-striped young man raised his head and said slowly.
"However, you killed him! In this case, I can only use your lives to compensate!" The tiger-striped young man's tone changed and he said sternly.
Smiling softly, Ling Luoyu took a step forward and said: "Actually, we don't want to kill Tong Jianghai, but he insists on killing us. If we don't want to be killed, we can only choose to kill him!"
"Hey! So are you. If Brother Tong wants to kill you, just stick out your neck and let him kill you. Why bother to fight back?" The tiger-striped young man shook his head, his tone softened slightly, and he sighed.
At this moment, Chen Kong suddenly seemed to have remembered something, and his expression suddenly changed. However, at such a distance, the change in Chen Kong's expression was not revealed in the eyes of the young man with tiger stripes.
The young man with tiger stripes smiled and said to Chen Kong, "Looking at you, you should know who I am, right?"
Chen Kong took two steps back, his expression changed and he said: "Twenty years ago, there were a few very outstanding young people in the martial arts world. The four of them traveled all over the world together. With the four of them joining forces, they never failed.
Twenty years ago, the battle between Jiang Yiran and the four men, who was known as the number one in the martial arts world, ended in a draw. However, these four people disappeared at the same time as Jiang Yiran after that battle. Among the four, the ranking
Could it be that the second Young Master Fuhu is you, senior!"
Mr. Fuhu nodded and said: "Yes, even if you are just down, you can kill Tong Jianghai, so your strength is pretty good. But now that you are here, I can only deal with you. Five
Against five, no one suffers!"
Twenty years ago, Master Fuhu dominated the martial arts world. Today, Master Fuhu still looks like a young man. It is obvious that he has good looks.
Mr. Fuhu moved his steps and walked forward slowly. He walked very slowly.
Although Mr. Fuhu looks very frail, every step he takes seems to be carried with great strength and infinite momentum. As Mr. Fuhu approaches, the suffocating pressure becomes more and more intense.
Get intense.
This is a much more terrifying master than Tong Jianghai. Before he takes action, his momentum alone is so overwhelming that Ling Luoyu and the others can hardly breathe.
Tong Jianghai was alone, and Master Fuhu in front of him had four helpers.
The four men in white followed Master Fuhu's footsteps and were approaching step by step. The four men advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. It was obvious that these four men were very good at attacking together.
Looking at the long swords carried on the backs of the four of them, Ling Luoyu dared to conclude that the four of them knew at least one kind of combined fencing formation.
Mr. Fuhu slowly stretched out his right hand, and the fist he originally held slowly opened. With a 'clang' sound, the nails several inches long on the fingers popped out, making a sound like a sharp sword being unsheathed.
sound.
Mr. Fuhu's movements are very light and gentle. They look so graceful and pleasing to the eye, without any lethality.
Ling Luoyu and the other five flew back several feet. They all knew that maybe, as long as the nails were lightly scratched on the neck, their heads would be disfigured.
Qin Ling'er had also taken action, retreating quickly while flicking her fingers, causing streaks of smoke of different colors to fly towards Mr. Fuhu.
Poison Flower Qin Ling'er is good at poison. The colorful smoke looks beautiful, but is actually extremely poisonous.
Han Xiao's hands were also waving rapidly, flying knives, flying needles, darts... Various strange hidden weapons flew out of Han Xiao's hands. The moment he stepped back, at least dozens of hidden weapons flew out of Han Xiao's hands.
Swing out.
Thousand Hands Han Xiao, indeed lived up to the name Thousand Hands, and indeed lived up to his name.
Seeing the poisonous mist and hidden weapons approaching quickly, Mr. Fuhu smiled contemptuously, and a pale white light suddenly rose up from his body, protecting his whole body.
"Qiang...Qiang..."
When the hidden weapons came into contact with the white light, they made the sound of gold and iron clashing. None of the dozens of hidden weapons broke through the white light shield, and they all slowly fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Fuhu struck out with his palm, and a strong wind rose from the ground, blowing away the colorful smoke from Qin Ling'er without a trace.
Just when Mr. Fuhu was about to move forward, something strange happened again.
"Bang...bang..."
The various hidden weapons that fell on the ground exploded violently. Dozens of hidden weapons exploded into at least hundreds of fragments, and rushed toward Mr. Fuhu. Under the sun, you could vaguely see the hidden weapons on top of the fragments.
The colorful light showed that Qin Ling'er's poisonous mist had somehow attached itself to Han Xiao's hidden weapon.
Master Fuhu's expression changed slightly, the white light on his body became a little stronger, and his murderous intent became more intense.
The impact of the hidden weapon under the white light was still ineffective.
"What is this white light? Could it be that this is the aura that a warrior possesses after reaching the innate realm!" Chen Kong and Mu Yi looked at each other, unable to conceal their shock.
It is said that when a warrior reaches the pinnacle of the acquired state and has all the meridians throughout his body, he will undergo a great transformation.
A warrior should practice one breath internally and muscles, bones and skin externally. After the acquired peak, the body will slowly transform from acquired to innate. The body will continue to be strengthened and purified, and impurities will be slowly discharged. When the body reaches a certain level
After that, a kind of air flow that protects the body will naturally be produced, which is the innate Gang Qi.
At the same time, whether or not one possesses innate Qi is also a criterion for measuring whether a warrior has reached the innate realm.
However, this purification process is too long. As a warrior, your lifespan is limited after all. In the martial arts, let alone the masters who have reached the innate realm, even the masters who have reached the acquired peak have not been heard of for many years.
Generally, it is considered good for warriors in the acquired stage to live over a hundred years, but after reaching the Innate Mirror, their life span will be extended by at least a hundred years.
As far as Ling Luoyu knew, the last innate master in the martial arts world was five hundred years ago, and the innate master was said to have lived to be 238 years old.
However, the Fuhu in front of them seemed to be protected by innate energy, which shocked a few people.